Masterlist

masterlist

haikyuu!!

starstruck. | kageyama tobio

from a distance. | oikawa tooru

confessions at dusk. | kageyama tobio

in the rain. | oikawa tooru

genshin

storms above.

magically appearing doorways are murderous, noted.

a prelude to light. | xiao

lantern skies. | xiao

liability. | xiao

friend, family, stranger. | childe

other

you are a god.

you are a human.

alone.

the door stares at you. you stare back.

while strange, materializing doors in forests is definitely a grounds for running the hell away, you are captivated by it instead. of course, you had always been drawn to strange things, so perhaps that should not have been surprising.

your eyes flicker down to the doorknob. in the early light of day, it almost seems to glow. you put a hand on it, the other gripping your backpack.

well, it isn’t like you’re going to be late to school. it wasn’t starting for another two hours, anyways. you can afford to take a detour. so, with one final look behind, you twist the handle and step forward.

only for your foot to land on nothing.

“HOLY SH—“

and then you are plummeting down.

your hand darts forwards to catch your fall. unfortunately, there is nothing to catch onto, and you are met with rushing, howling winds. are you screaming?  you aren’t sure. it’s getting increasingly difficult to breathe, and the tempest continues to rage against you. you squint. stormy skies blur. a mass of blue flashes across you vision and then—

“oomph—!”

you land with a muted thud, and it buckles slightly.

the wind is knocked out of you, and a roar erupts from the thing you landed on. you feel the reverberations ripple like an airplane engine. hands scramble to grab onto something, until they grasp onto rough fibers.

your vision is obscured by splashes of sky blue and teal. despite this, you press yourself closer to the...animal? creature? but it can’t be. you may not have remembered everything from physics class but common sense says that there is no way an animal this size should be able to fly, not to mention that it’s blue. this has to be a drea—

you yelp as the creature throws you off.

time slows just enough for you to see. glowing eyes and massive wings, and its horns fade into azure. you’re in awe. it’s a dragon. (it’s eerily familiar.)

but there’s still the issue of you plummeting to your death.

you screw your eyes tight. this is it. this is how you are going to die, and—

“careful!”

your peripheral catches yellow and porcelain white before a body crashes into your side and knocks the air out of you. black spots dance in your vision, and you’re so winded that you only realize you’ve stopped falling when your sneakers touch solid ground.

your knees buckle under you and you crumple onto stone and concrete. oh thank god, you’re not dead after all.

“hey! hey, are you okay?” a voice asks you frantically. “did she just—?”

“paimon saw her fall out of the sky!”

paimon…?

your head snaps up at the mention of the familiar name. paimon, the genshin guide fairy? she can’t actually exist, right? but crouched down in front of you is a girl clad in red and brown and oh, oh it’s amber.

you blink rapidly and shake your head. this can’t be real.

but the ground you are sitting on is too solid, the colors too vivid to be a dream. a hand is put on your shoulder, and you look up to see lumine and paimon, the latter of which hovers above. you look around and see mondstadt, exactly like how it had been shown in the game. it’s windy. you move to stand up, albeit shakily.

you take a breath. “where—“

“well, well. isn’t this interesting.”

Was feeling Xiao after that quest. Also made for Yokai Impact.

rainy season in liyue always bring sudden showers – the rain falls down fast and cold, quickly drenching fools who’d dared be outside when it came. fools like me, you think, me and him. you glance from your side of the tiny cave at the yaksha who’d decided to accompany you on your herb gathering, only to find him already looking at you.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, and in lieu of a reply, xiao approaches you.

his thumb presses against the corner of you lip, stopping a random raindrop in its path; his fingers touch the column of your neck. you hold you breath, lips parted as you process the intense stare xiao fixes you – your eyes, then your lips. for a split second he looks unsure, but then his thumb moves, sliding across your wet skin slowly from one corner to another, brushing against the outline of your lower lip.

you shiver, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. xiao steps closer to you, body radiating warmth despite being just as soaked as you; his thumb presses down on your lower lip, then gently drags it down until it escapes his graps, leaving tingles in its wake. you exhale sharply and xiao comes even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, breath ghosting your lips. he stays, immovable, hovering, and you don’t dare open your eyes, you don’t dare breathe. it’s almost smothering, his presence, his closeness, and god, please–

you angle your head just a little bit, just enough to bring him closer still. xiao’s sigh fan across your lips; he moves away and disappears.

to be vulnerable is to let yourself be bare, soft; to strip away everything until the only thing left is flesh and bone and skin. it is to carve out your soul and leave it at the mercy of someone else— trusting that they won’t leave you when you refuse to let yourself be anything but alone.

to xiao, a liability.

he is a weapon, an agent of bloodshed. vulnerability can only mean suffering for anyone who chooses to stay. (to be vulnerable is to be human, and he is anything but. when scarlet inks his hands, it is not of an innocent’s anymore. no longer the stain of humans, but of demons. this duty is repentance.)

and yet he finds himself soft for you.

soft, your hands as they cradle his face. and so, so warm. you tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, sweep a thumb across his bare cheek, and oh, how his heart trembles. he leans into your touch, shaky in resolve. (for how the mighty fall. for how long has it been since anyone has been this tender with him?)

and when you press a kiss to his lips, he lets himself melt into your hold. you are purer than anything he could ever dream of. you, divine and more than he deserves.

xiao is nothing like you, but perhaps he can learn.

HOT THINGS HE DOES ── ace trappola + gn!reader, 540

i. quite literally doesn’t care about your personal space, in a way that makes your heart flutter. even long before you start dating, he takes every opportunity to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against him or onto his lap. the way he touches you is casual and subtle — an arm around your shoulders or his chin on your shoulder — but it’s obvious enough that the new students at nrc automatically assume the two of you are dating when they first see you together.

ii. grins whenever he sees you. no matter how bad his rbf is or how sour is mood may be may be, it’s always resolved with a simple look at you. his lips pull into a lopsided grin when your eyes meet across the room, and he always offers you a two-finger salute in greeting. sometimes, when he feels extra playful, his grin becomes eerily similar to a smirk, and instead of giving you a salute, he’ll wink at you. it’s ridiculous, but it makes your cheeks warm anyway. you’re convinced that everything he does in life is to get a reaction out of you, one way or another.

iii. gossips with you, a lot. the way he whispers into your ear without taking his eyes off the person he’s talking about is uncannily similar to the mean girls you see on tv, which is why you’re embarrassed to admit that the way his breath brushes against your skin as he leans close to talk about that guy’s horrible sense of colour coordination makes your heart flutter. it’s even worse when he decides to go an extra mile for whatever reason and wrap his arm around your waist rather than simply leaning to you, pulling you closer and make your heart do all sorts of flips in your chest.

iv. slaps your butt. it’s stupid and immature and he literally has no reason to do it! but he does it anyway. he does it when you’re picking something up in front of him, or when he passes by you, or even just as a greeting. it’s a quick smack that is only loud enough for the people in close proximity to notice, but it’s still embarrassing. it doesn’t help that he has no shame, simply smirking whenever you turn to give him a look.

v. has a fixation with your lips. whenever he zones out around you, his eyes always end up on your lips— though, you’re not quite sure if he’s actually zoning out. whenever he realises that you’ve caught him staring, he simply gives you a lopsided smile and continues on with his day. he’s also the type of guy who carries the type of lip balm that you dip your finger in to apply it, and there’s nothing to stop him from applying it on you when he notices that your lips are dry or chapped. his eyes are focused as he drags his finger across your lips, and he has an odd habit of dragging your bottom lip down slightly as a finishing touch. you end up being the one staring, and when he notices, he simply quirks a brow with a smirk and asks, “what? d’you want a kiss?”

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